Chapter 41: Objection Overruled… by His Cock -5

The judicial retreat sat deep in the woods, a long stone cabin with no cell service and no neighbors for miles. The judge’s order had been clear. Both attorneys would spend the weekend reviewing the disputed evidence in person and return with a joint stipulation or face sanctions. Julian arrived first. Gabriel pulled in twenty minutes later. Neither of them spoke beyond the minimum required to carry the boxes of files inside.

By evening the argument had moved from the long table to the heavy armchairs in front of the fireplace. A fire burned low. Rain started against the windows. The cabin felt smaller with every hour they spent in it.

Gabriel tossed a transcript onto the low table between them. "Your client’s timeline still does not hold. You know it. I know it. Stop protecting the gaps."

Julian’s voice stayed cold. "There are no gaps. You keep inventing them because you cannot prove intent. That is your problem, not mine."

Gabriel leaned forward. "You have spent weeks dancing around the truth in open court. Out here there is no jury and no gallery. Just us. Admit the weakness and we can finish this tonight."

Julian stood. "I am not admitting anything to you. Not here. Not ever."

Gabriel rose with him. The space between the chairs disappeared. "You are still trying to win even when no one is watching. That is the problem with you. You cannot stop competing long enough to breathe."

Julian’s eyes narrowed. "And you cannot stop trying to dominate every room you walk into. Even this one."

Gabriel’s hand shot out and gripped the front of Julian’s shirt. "Then stop me."

Julian shoved him. Gabriel shoved back. They collided hard against the stone wall beside the fireplace. The impact knocked the breath from both of them for a second. Then Gabriel’s mouth was on his, rough and open, all teeth and anger. Julian kissed back just as hard, biting Gabriel’s lower lip until he tasted blood. Hands pulled at clothes with no patience left. Buttons scattered across the floorboards. Fabric tore. Gabriel’s fingers dug into Julian’s hair and yanked his head back so he could drag his mouth down the column of his throat, biting hard enough to leave marks. Julian groaned and shoved Gabriel’s open shirt off his shoulders, then dragged his nails down the hard planes of Gabriel’s chest hard enough to raise red lines.

Gabriel spun them and drove Julian down onto the thick rug in front of the fire. He followed immediately, knees bracketing Julian’s hips, mouth still claiming his in deep, punishing kisses. Their tongues fought for control. Julian’s hands shoved at Gabriel’s remaining clothes, pushing the shirt fully off and then going for his belt. Gabriel sat up just long enough to yank Julian’s trousers and briefs down and off in one rough motion, then freed his own cock. The thick length slapped against Julian’s stomach, already hard and leaking, the base already beginning to swell with the promise of a knot.

"You want to fight me for control?" Gabriel asked, voice rough as he wrapped a hand around both of their cocks and stroked them together once, twice, spreading the slick that gathered at the tips. "Then fight."

Julian’s legs wrapped around his waist and rolled them with sudden force. Gabriel landed on his back with a low grunt. Julian straddled him, reached between their bodies, and stroked the heavy cock once, then again, thumbing over the leaking slit before lining himself up. He sank down onto it in one continuous, deliberate motion. The stretch forced a sharp sound from both of them—Julian’s a broken gasp, Gabriel’s a guttural curse. Julian’s head tipped back. His hands braced on Gabriel’s chest as he took every inch, thighs trembling with the effort of controlling the descent until his ass met Gabriel’s hips and the thick base pressed against his rim.

Gabriel’s hands clamped on his thighs hard enough to bruise. "Fuck. Look at you. Taking it like you own it."

Julian lifted and dropped again, harder, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet cabin. "I do tonight."

He set a punishing pace, rising and falling with deliberate force, using the strength in his thighs to drive himself down onto Gabriel’s cock again and again. Firelight moved over their skin, highlighting the flex of muscle and the sheen of sweat that already gathered between them. Gabriel’s hips snapped up to meet every descent, the swollen base of his knot catching on Julian’s rim each time and forcing a sharper stretch. Julian leaned forward, hands braced on either side of Gabriel’s head, and ground down in tight circles that made Gabriel’s breath hitch.

"You spend every day trying to break me in court," Julian said, voice strained as he lifted almost all the way off and slammed back down. "Try breaking me now."

Gabriel’s answer was a low growl. He thrust up hard enough to lift Julian’s knees off the rug. The angle shifted. Every upward drive hit the spot that made Julian’s cock jerk and leak steadily against Gabriel’s stomach. Julian’s rhythm faltered for half a second. Gabriel took the opening, rolled them again with raw strength, and pinned Julian beneath him without ever pulling out. One of Gabriel’s hands trapped both of Julian’s wrists above his head while the other shoved Julian’s thigh higher, opening him wider.

"My turn," Gabriel said against his mouth, then bit his lip hard enough to draw another bead of blood.

He drove in deep and stayed there, grinding his knot against the tight ring of muscle until Julian’s back arched off the rug and a broken sound left him. Gabriel started fucking him in earnest—long, powerful strokes that forced Julian’s body higher up the rug with every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cabin, mixing with the crackle of the fire and the rain against the windows. Gabriel’s free hand wrapped around Julian’s cock and stroked in time, tight and fast, twisting on every upstroke until Julian was gasping and straining against the hold on his wrists.

Julian’s fingers dug into Gabriel’s shoulders the moment he was freed, leaving crescent marks. "Harder. If you are going to take it, take all of it."

Gabriel gave him harder. He pulled almost all the way out so only the head remained inside, then slammed back in to the root, over and over, each thrust punching a rough sound from Julian’s throat. The knot began to swell in earnest. Each withdrawal dragged the thick ridge against Julian’s rim until the resistance became too much and Gabriel had to force it past. He pushed in one final time and locked deep, the knot expanding hard and fast inside the tight heat. The pressure pushed Julian over the edge. He came with a raw cry, spilling between their bodies in thick pulses while his ass clenched rhythmically around the lock, milking Gabriel’s cock.

Gabriel followed a second later. His hips jerked once, twice, and then he was flooding Julian in long, hot waves, the knot keeping every drop sealed inside. A low, possessive sound rumbled in his chest as he emptied himself, forehead dropping to Julian’s shoulder. Their breathing stayed ragged for a long time. Gabriel’s hips kept making small, involuntary thrusts as the last pulses of his orgasm rolled through him, the knot pulsing in time.

When the aftershocks finally faded, Gabriel’s mouth brushed the side of Julian’s throat, then the edge of his jaw, then the corner of his mouth. "Still competing even when you are full of me."

Julian’s voice came out hoarse. "You started it."

Gabriel’s laugh was quiet and rough. He shifted just enough to grind the still-swollen knot deeper, drawing another weak sound from Julian. "And I finished it."

They stayed locked together while the fire burned lower. Rain continued against the windows. Outside the cabin the woods were dark and empty. Inside, the only sound left was their breathing and the occasional soft crack of the logs.